Me Me Me (Boo Hoo)

Destined to stay awake too long to contemplate where I've gone wrong

I try to formulate a song to make some good out of bad

The words I write they seem contrived, ashamed to share my cheesy lines

I scrunch the scrap a waste of time, a waste of thoughts in my head

the sets of songs that I forgot where all about my writers block

and all that's left to express is i've not got much to express

Self obsessed and hypercritical

Self abasing when over analytical

Self-righteous but apolitical

I express myself and little else

I waste the day, I waste the evening, combing through words try to find meaning

It's just self-involved struggles with feelings, where do I go from that?

Each line written is lazy and boisterous, hard not to see my endeavours as pointless

Approach a project frustrated and joyless, get surprised when it's bad

but there is a truth that I've been evading, I mostly make things so you think I'm creative

I'm so shallow you see, that I have to build up a sense of identity

Self obsessed and hypercritical

Self abasing when over analytical

Self-righteous but apolitical

I express myself and little else